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As Silver was departing, someone else came through the door and began speaking. Slightly annoyed by the newcomer just barging in, he replied, "If you can find someone who wants to scan the area with you, go for it, if not and you still want to do a scan, then you'll have to perform it yourself. Most likely, it was just a rogue deathclaw that smelled the corpse and got hungry. They do have keen noses you know that can smell prey or the dead from far away, only reasonable that it was passing through, smelled the corpse, wanted a free meal. It probably would have just left if Palmy didn't interfere with it's meal. It's deathclaws who roam in packs, mostly a mother deathclaw and her offspring, then it's rogue deathclaws, mostly male, who hunt and scavenge for anything edible, since that one was alone, I can only assume it's a male and little threat, deathclaws are quite common in the wasteland. If you still feel a need, then go check it out with someone you find willing or simply by yourself."

((Could of just asked in the barracks or the Announcement and FAQ thread, but it's all right. Anyways, we did have multiple divisions, about up to five running at the same time actually a few years ago. But over time, our numbers have dwindled, people of gaia just don't seem dedicated enough to guilds anymore to actually meet posting requirements, they hear that and it's a huge turn off. Anyways, back to the point, with numbers dwindling and not getting a steady flow of new arrivals in, it's dwindled down to one division. When a Paladin retires, his/her division members are usually given to a new Paladin or if it's too few in numbers, given to an existing division, which slowly happened where everyone is in one division. At one point, we had over two hundred people and they was divided up between five divisions, that was the peak of the guild. Anyways, it's not enough people currently to start another division, if it was, I'd have to select a Paladin, no matter their rank, based purely on each individual and what I think their skills are, along with their level of dedication, which usually I just recycle Elders because they've proven themselves to be excellent Paladins since they were Paladins at one point and retired. Paladins used to strictly run divisions, but with lack of candidates that can match up to my standards and expectations, which is very high, I had to take on the members in a division. But hopefully, that has answered your question.))

Filing away some papers, Ender stands and stretches, letting out a crack from his back. "It's been a late night", he thought to himself, a long night indeed filling out the eternal stream of paperwork. Which came in with every vehicle took, every clip of ammunition taken from the armory, every supply request, every patrol patrol and mission report of the wasteland, every death of an enemy, all the paperwork came down to his office to sign off on. He had just finished the day's paperwork finally and switched off the desk lamp. He walked over to his weapon's vault and made sure it was secure, then off to the side storage closet, making sure the steel door that protected it's contents was securely locked. He then walked to the door behind his desk, then taking the special key from his neck, slid it into the lock, opening it with a click, then pushing the thick door open with a creak on it's hinges.

He continued among the crates of various specimens he's let grown, feeding them where needed, until he came to the large radscorpion pen, where it was made of clear and heavily reinforced plexiglass, which took up the entire western end of the room, reaching to the north and south wall, a large enclosure for them to remain and breed. He noticed that from the lengthy absence of actually observing them grow, that the enclosure was completely overpopulated with radscorpions, some of the first ones he captured had now grown to their full size, the size of a compact car, absolutely enormous, but that was their full size. Which with being full grown, their venom was very toxic, practically dripping and oozing from the tip of their tails, they could swing their tail with the force to punch through his own power armor and practically any other armor, one once punched through a humvee door, leaving a softball size hole in it. Upon observing further, sitting on a crate watching, it was many dead radscorpions in the enclosure, where with the overpopulation of the enclosure, the largest ones had started killing off the smaller ones to consume them. Which was completely unacceptable, he wanted them to keep breeding for future training, so decided he better remove the five full grown ones from the enclosure, no easy task, but it'd be some nice training and if he was lucky, maybe he wouldn't get injured from the massive behemoths, he didn't plan on just slaughtering them with gauss weapons, he felt up for an actual fight after tons of paperwork.

Selecting a target out of the dozen radscorpions, he chose one of the smaller ones, he knew the .45 caliber shells wouldn't have any effect on the larger creature's shells, he fired a barrage of shots into the smaller specimen and it exploded as the armor piercing rounds slammed through it's carapace and blew out the other side, burying themselves into the floor. The creature's life fluid burst all over the floor as it's legs collapsed, the smaller radscorpion curling in on itself much like a spider as it died. Taking aim at another one and the next one in line, he quickly dispatched the other smaller radscorpions quite easily with similar results, their shells not developed enough to withstand the armor piercing rounds.

The end result was the five large ones left still coming on forward quickly, the actions to dispatch the smaller ones only took a few moments and a single reload, but it was still more than enough time for the radscorpions to be at the base of the crates, starting to climb them. The boxes started shifting as a result and the stack began to topple, what would have spilled him sloppily to the ground, he fell and rolled perfectly with his shoulder, coming up as the radscorpions forced their way through the mass of crates. Up close, they was quite interesting, but with their shining carapace, made them seem cold and even a bit creepy to the eye.

The only thing on their mind was devouring the flesh under his armor and that's what gave him an edge over them, the ability to think rationally instead of through primal instincts and hunger. Backing away, he fired the desert eagles head on towards their "faces", which the scorpions casually blocked with holding their large pincers in a defensive protection, acting as a shield. Holstering the Desert Eagles, he pulled the gauss shotgun from his right hip holster and brought it to bear. Pulling the trigger, the round shot 2mm EC flechettes at the nearest radscorpion that was closing in, almost within striking distance, they blew through the thick pincers and through the creature's "face", turning it into a mush as a high pitched, the best he could describe it, scream pierced the large training room as the radscorpion died in a pool of it's own life fluid, which sizzled on floor, perhaps from the poison contined within it's own body.

Letting off another round as a tail came sweeping in at him, he blew through the tail around the halfway mark, sending the stinger to the floor and a fountain of gushing fluid up from the end of the tail still connected to the creature, which came on faster to close in with it's pincers. The thing opened it's claws wide and came in fast with a swing, intending to capture it's prey in them, but he turned the shotgun sideways, letting the creature close it's claws right on the shotgun, with another hand, he pulled the gauss pistol from the back holster and fired a round into the relative area of the radscorpion's brain, blowing a large hole straight through it, which made the claw that gripped the shotgun go limp.

Turning to face the remaining two, he held the gauss shotgun in one hand and the gauss pistol in the other, he quickly discharged the round in the shotgun, unable to pump it with his other hand, he unloaded rounds of shells from the pistol into the same radscorpion, leaving it a totally shattered and broken creature on the ground, laying in front of the other two that was trying to crawl over it's dead thrashing body. He reholstered the gauss pistol and pumped another round into the chamber of the shotgun, letting a empty shell clatter to the floor.

The two eventually creatures eventually crawled over the corpse of their fellow radscorpion and advanced, no fear shown in the slighest, they was basically in essence, large insects, which don't feel fear. They each advanced equally on both his right and left. Determined to equal the odds, he unslung the grenade launcher from his back and aimed at the one on the left, a "whoomp" was heard as the 40mm grenade left the cylinder chamber and hit dead center in the back of the radscorpion, penetrating it's shell and lodging it'self inside, a second later, the thing exploded, bits of legs and organs flung across the room, which Ender raised his arm to block such bits from hitting his helmet.

During that brief instant, he felt a sharp pain and his right leg buckled for some reason he couldn't understand. When he looked down, a large tail had completely went through his thigh, looking behind it, he could see the stinger pulsing with a dripping poison on the other side of his leg, it had gone completely through. The creature pulled it's tail out and made ready for another swipe, the pain made Ender's leg give out and he fell to his knee, blood pumping out of the large wound and it was on fire with poison, strength quickly leaving him. The tail came swiping down and it took all he could in order to roll out of the way, the tail striking the concrete floor with a crunch, shattering the concrete. He had dropped the grenade launcher, but he unslung the gauss minigun from his back, it wasn't time to play around anymore, he had to end it quickly before this radscorpion the size of a compact car did him some real harm, meaning death. He pulled the trigger on the minigun, the barrels spinning faster by the moment, then began spewing 2mm EC rounds close to point blank into the radscorpion, shredding and tearing through the thing like it was a paper target at the firing range. The radscorpion quickly crumpled and he released the trigger, the barrel slowing down to a half, smoke rolling out of the end from the discharged rounds.

Finding the strength to get up, he collected the fallen grenade launcher and stumbled to his office, opening and rebolting the door to the training room. He threw some of the weapons into the weapon safe and spun the lock, locking them away. He had no antidote in his office, so figured he probably had to go to the medical center, so limped heavily out of his office, slamming and locking the door behind him.

((Continued in the Medical Bunker.))

Flipping through reports, he found one about a group of soldiers who came in from the wasteland, some of the party injured. Tapping his fingers on the desk, he figured that he should go check in on the injured soldiers and see how the group made out on collecting specimens, since it was another report he obtained when they left on the general purpose of their journey into the wasteland. Pushing the folder aside, he stood up from the desk, pushing the chair back and headed for the door, pushing it open and walked out, heading in the direction of the Medical Bunker.

((Continued in Medical Bunker.))

Silver knocked a moment before he strode in, sullen faced as usual. He know walked with a very slight limp, one that would plague him for years to come.

Sir. A little Yuliabird flew into my window today and told me that you wanted to talk to me.

Silver let out a rasp of a laugh before he spoke.

Sir, I don't fool myself into thinking I have a regular life span. Quite frankly, I am well aware of the ill-effects of my tests, experiments and general mischeif I get into.

As you know, I was forced to massively overdose constantly for a long span of time. Because of this, my body itself is deteriorating and will most likely not reach it's 30th year. As such, I see no point in halting my use of chems and such. Why bother if I'm going to die anyway?

As for your question on mental infirmaties... I do feel a slight humming at the back of my head that I haven't gotten quite used to yet. I assure you, I harbor no ill or destructive feelings towards any of my fellow brothers and sisters. If of course, a problem does make itself apparent, yourself and the medical staff will be the first to know.

On that note, if I become dangerous or something of a hazard to the Brotherhood, please don't hesitate to eliminate me.

Silver stopped for a moment and allowed himself a brief moment to reflect on his brilliant callousness towards life.

As for my research, now that I have several samples of non-human blood, I will, in a short matter of time, be able to discren the difference and qualities in using different types of blood for my stimpack machine. Also, on that, I've tested the ghoul sample and as such, we now have another available resource. The only difference so far is that the stimpack fluid turns out... a rather nasty shade of green.

I assure you however the effects are perfectly safe.